After half an hour, Xiao Ye's massage journey finally came to an end.
Sister Yun Bing asked, "So, what do you think about my figure?"
Xiao Ye said calmly, "Not bad at all."
Then, with a clear, unwavering look, Xiao Ye studied her for just ten seconds before resolutely turning away and leaving.
He was a righteous guy, never stooping to sneaking a peek.
*Unless he really couldn't help himself.*
When Xiao Ye headed out, seductive and elegant Sister Yun Bing finally pulled her sweat-slicked body upright and got dressed.
When she stepped outside, she found Xiao Ye still at the washbasin, scrubbing his hands furiously, and muttering,
"Damn, my hands are totally marinated now, this scent just won't wash off."
As he spoke, Xiao Ye brought his hand up to his nose, took a whiff, and frowned,
"Wearing gloves would be so much better."
"Barehanded, you get all kinds of smells—milky, fresh, floral, seriously, my hands are like sponges for this stuff."
